A/N: theunhappytwins asked how many Vocaloids are there, and if there are any Utaus, fanmades, or voiceless. Both Utau and fanmade were a completely different Program session. Tei was the victor of the Utau session. The fanmade victor was (REDACTED). The Vocaloid session has thirty in total. The only Vocaloids that were removed were the younger ones, Yuki and Gachapoid, and Sweet Ann. Also a big chunk of Vocaloid3 because I don't have a damn clue how to write them and I needed to narrow it down to thirty characters to make the class. Hope that helped. I also plan to do little sections of the Utau session between chapters, but I'm still planning on how everything played out.
Your name is Tonio, and you are not really sure what to do. All you're really focused on right now is getting the hell away from the schoolhouse. You haven't checked your bag yet, but you doubt your weapon is good. It doesn't seem heavy enough to have any kind of large gun inside. You don't plan on using whatever you get as an offensive weapon. It is for defense only. You don't bother moving too quickly. You want to save your strength. Besides, the person who will be coming out behind you, Piko, doesn't seem like someone who would attack on sight, so you're pretty calm for now. Besides, he's small, you're tall. Not the tallest, but tall enough.
There was a path you could follow, but you decided against it. Taking a path was a death wish. Who knows who you'd run into. Going through the heaviest brush of the nearby woods, you pause, dropping your bag onto the ground and looking both ways to make sure no one was around before unzipping it and looking inside. There were only a few nutrition bars and a canteen. You pick it up. Of course it's empty. You'll have to find somewhere to fill it.
You eventually find the weapon, pulling it out. It's a glass bottle. You stare at it for a long time. A glass bottle? Really? What are you supposed to do with this? Shove it down someone's throat and hope they choke on air? Your face is red, you know it is. This is horrible. You are so dead. Are there any even guns? You really hope not.
"Everything will be fine," you whisper to yourself, patting the bottle against your hand. Then you get an idea. You stand up, hoping the noise won't spread too much, chucking the bottle against a nearby tree. It bounces off harmlessly. You curse. You expected it to shatter. You pick the bottle back up. You'll have to find another way to break it.
You look around a bit more, finding a nice, large rock. You pick it up - wow that's heavy - and drop it on the bottom half of the bottle. It cracks. Letting out a long sigh, you pick up the rock again, applying a bit more pressure and you throw it back down on the bottle. It finally shatters. So much for saving your strength.
You pant a bit, sitting down and picking up the bottle. Being broken, you could probably cause some significant damage if you were to stab someone with this. You don't know if it would be fatal or not. Oh well, as long as it gets you out of danger, you consider yourself fine. You take off the coat of your tux, along with your bow tie. It's not a good idea to run around with these on.
You wonder who was luckier with weapons. Hopefully it was someone who doesn't plan on killing instead of someone who is ready to kill. You wonder who you'll be able to trust. Prima is a definite. She came out before you. You hope she's alright. She's a tough woman, so you're not worried about her. Yes, you need to find Prima. Maybe she was a bit luckier with weapons.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear a scream pierce the air, followed by a gunshot.
You freeze. You recognize that voice. It sounded like Oliver. Your face went pale. No way. Was Oliver...?
Another scream answered your question. That answered your question. Oliver is alive. But this scream sounded pained, like he was injured. You had to help him. Picking up your broken bottle, you sprint towards the sound of the scream. You found Oliver on a hill, lying on his stomach. His leg was completely red with blood. That's where the bullet must've hit. You consider running out to get him, but the sight of his hunter makes you freeze again. It's Big Al.
His name is really just Al, but he was so tall that everyone just calls him Big Al. Seeing him trying to kill Oliver confused you to no end. Big Al was normally kind. Why was he trying to kill? You decide to watch for now. If he made a move to kill, you'd attack.
Oliver was sobbing softly, sitting up with some difficulty and clutching his bleeding leg. Al was circling him like a predator.
"No hard feelings," Al said, frowning at the injured boy, "but if you didn't run, I wouldn't have had to do that. It would've been over in two seconds."
He sits himself down next to Oliver, the gun still aimed at him. With a horrible ache in your chest you realize that was the same type of gun that killed Clara.
"I have to kill you, you know," Al continued, "I'm really sorry, I truly am, but I don't want to die here. You understand, don't you? It's survival the fittest, and I plan to be the most fit, Oliver." He cocks the gun.
"Goodbye."
You can't take this. You can't watch for another second. You launch yourself out from behind the bush into the clearing of the hill. Al snaps his head around and aims his gun at you. You freeze. He frowns upon seeing you.
"Just my luck. Someone I actually liked in our class that I have to kill now. I'm so sorry, Tonio. I'll send my regards to Prima before she joins you. I'm sure she'll be happy to know you died trying to save another."
You're going to die. He's going to pull that trigger, and you're going to die. And then he's going to kill Oliver. You can't believe it's going to end this quickly. You didn't even get to see Prima. You didn't protect anyone. You had so much you wanted to do. Prima and you were going to start an opera together when you grew up, it couldn't end like this, it couldn't!
A loud bang goes off as the bullet flies. It never hits you. You didn't even know your eyes were closed. You open them. Oliver had jumped onto Al, and in surprise, he had pulled the trigger. Now the two of them were rolling down the hill, wrestling each other. Al dropped his gun. You pick it up, your heart racing, adrenaline fueling you as you race down the hill after them. Oliver is on top of Al, trying to punch him with his small fists, but you grab his shoulder.
"Oliver!" You command, "Stop. I'll take care of him." You have his gun aimed at Al's head. Al is staring at you, eyes wide. You know he, too, is afraid of death. Your hands are shaking. Can you really bring yourself to kill a classmate?
No. You can't. You can't do it.
"I'm going to let you go, Al," you say, trying not to let your voice shake, "and if I ever see you again, I will kill you. Now go."
Al shoves Oliver off of him. He gets up. He looks at you one last time and sprints away into the brush.
You let out a long, relieved breath, plopping onto the ground. You're shaking all over. If this is what it takes to win this thing, you're going to die.
"T... Tonio?" You turn your head, looking at Oliver. His leg looks really bad. "Thanks."
You offer him a bit of a smile, "No problem. Come on, we should get out of this clearing. Where's your bag?" You ask. He points up at the top of the hill.
You sigh. Yay. Hill climbing. You already feel like all of the energy has been drained from you. You stand up, making the long trek up the hill and finding his bag. You wonder what his weapon is. He probably hasn't checked, or he'd be carrying it, you imagine. You tuck the gun into your pants so that you can carry the bag, still holding your bottle. Once you get back down, Oliver is waiting for you. You set it next to him.
"Are you going to kill me now?" Oliver asks suddenly.
You look at him. "What?"
"The game. Only one can win." Oliver says, looking at his leg. If hearts could actually break, yours would be. Oliver really thinks you're going to kill him. And if you don't, someone else will. That must be horrible to think about.
"I'm not going to kill you. Why would I have saved you from Al?" You ask. He shrugs.
"Take your bag. I'll carry you, but you'll have to hold it." You say. He nods, grabbing onto the strap. You scoop him into your arms and begin walking. Once you get back to your little 'camp', you set him down.
"What weapon did you get?" You ask him.
"I don't know. I didn't have time to check." He says, "Go ahead."
Taking that as permission to check out his bag, you open it up, rummaging around. You end up pulling out a first-aid kit. Not much of a weapon, but useful.
"Convenient," you joke, taking his leg, which makes him jump a bit in pain. You inspect it carefully, trying to be brave around the mass of blood. You don't like blood.
"Luckily, the bullet went in and out of your leg, so we don't have to dig around to get it out." You say, pulling out some bandages. You'd like to take the time to disinfect it, but it would take time, and you could easily be found. You wrap the bandage around his leg, making sure it's secure. "Feel better?"
"Yeah. At least the bleeding will stop." He looks around, "What now?"
There's a sudden rustling above. You slap a hand over Oliver's mouth, moving back towards the trunk of a tree, "Stay quiet," you hiss. Seriously, how bad is your luck?!
A figure jumps down from the trees. You only have time to shove Oliver away before the weight of the figure lands on you, pushing all of the air from your lungs. You reach over to grab your bottle, but then you stop.
"Prima?"
"Tonio?" She stares down at you, holding a stick above her head in stabbing position, "I thought you were attacking Oliver."
You look at the stick in her hands. "And you were ready to just kill me?!"
"Well, more like knock you out. But yeah." She shrugs.
"Prima, there is a difference between dead and unconscious!" You snap. She chuckles. "Anyway, why do you have a stick? What's your weapon?"
She makes a face at your question. "I got a collar tracker. They didn't even give me a weapon, assholes." She says, "That's how I saw you and Oliver."
You notice that her dress is ripped off all the way up to her thighs. You frown, "What happened to your dress?" You ask. She really loved that dress.
"I ripped it. You expect me to run and hop around wearing that thing? That's a death wish." She says like it's obvious. "We need to find somewhere better to stay. Make our own little camp. Somewhere with water, but secluded." She finally decides to get off of you, dropping her stick and taking your broken bottle.
"Hey!" You protest, standing up, "I need that!"
"You have a gun, don't you? I'll go scout around, and you stay here with Oliver."
"Isn't that dangerous?" You ask. You don't know how she knew you had a gun, but you decide not to think about it. Prima is the master of weapons. If anyone can make a broken bottle deadly, it's her.
She makes a face at you. "We're on an island with classmates that want to kill us. We're surrounded by danger, Tonio." She turns and heads off.
There's something different about Prima, but you don't know what. She seems more focused, cold, serious.
At least she's on your side.